I spent years stalking blogs and women who seemed to have it all together with these fabulous systems for cleaning complete with photos of happy children doing chores and whistling like Snow White and her Seven Dwarves! And while watching their perfectly put together lives I realized I was comparing my lack to their abundance. (Thanks, God, for this smackdown. I needed it!)
Sister, I tried everything: those fancy popsicle sticks, sticker charts, bribing allowance, a daily list, a simple to do with each child’s name. You name it, girl, I tried it. And I failed miserably. Every. Single. Time.